1 plus 1 is 2, 1, 2
S.M.H., shake my head, you don't know prime numbers, do you?
WordMasters made ya
I'm a gifted talent, what are you made up of?
I'm a red pen, mark a slew
Two, three, five, seven, not a one or eight, in my prime, you?
Give me scholar bucks, break even, bet ya do want to chuck
You're a woozy head case like a Yale alum
Your half-done diorama in my 2D view
Clock-a-ticking to the deadline by the nails you chewed
Caught the wet glue on your due project, huh?
Striver, I'm a straight-A dude
Plus the extra credit, wonder who gave you rubric one-two
To your poo-poo brood... Five Chinese Brothers, hon?
Racist books are ding-dong-done
You could argue against that if you do want to
Put pencils up, tell your friend time's up
I'mma breeze through worksheets, you know you could too once
Geez, I'm 'bout to phew--come-to!
Number one today, I'm the valedictory. You, young runt? Dunzo!
Who are you, snitch, new lunch?
I'mma eat you up, crunch
I'mma eat you up, crunch
I'mma eat you up, crunch
I'mma eat you up, crunch

Ayo (ayo), I heard we're graded on the same four-point scale
Givin' you straight As, son (As, son)
Sayin' you're grindin' but you ain't going nowhere
Why you procrastinate, girl? (-nate girl)
You're really smart, but you just waste all yourself
They'll forget your name soon (honor roll)
And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah

What you gon' do in this school year?
W-when-when I am here
I'm the end of your school career
This class been mine, mine
What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere
This year the end of your line is near
This grade been mine, mine

Whole grade in the 212
With the Bronx class field trip, it's the bus to zoo
What will Miss do, when baboons pair up?
Pet, your teach won't tell you, bet she won't do much
See, even if you do want to cuss
Your teach'll Calde-cut you, give your recess up, pup
You're playing with scrap metal like you won Newbur'
Schlock with puns, too -- what do you read new?
I finna stan you, Binet IQ
What's your Myers-Briggs typie, are you I-N-T-J or P, dude?
When do you wake up? Tell your friend 5 a.m., I'm the new one, too, huh?
See, I remember you when you were
Smartest kid there, but you do like to skip grades, don't you?
And that's gravy, roux
But I'mma ruin you, lunt
Blunt, brunt, bunt, grunt, hunt, punt
Vocab word, ends in "-unt"
Any word but that one

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Clean versions of Azealia Banks' “212” ruin “212” but it’s kind of sad that public schools/charter schools can’t perform uplifting cover “212” on YouTube as a result of the IMAGERY and STRONG LANGUAGE : (

How can we help impressionable, “at-risk” (…) students celebrate Banks' assiduous work ethic and meritocratic rise to ubiquity through the power of an upwardly mobile viral single?

“ONE DAY ALL CHILDREN IN THIS NATION WILL HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO ATTAIN AN EXCELLENT EDUCATION” — teach for america